Chapter 10
Samara
To explain what I feel for Anton would be like explaining my love for cupcakes—I don’t need them, but I want them. That’s him, even when he annoys me, even when he’s being despicable, I still want him. Working out if it was just the sex or him as a man is the tricky part of the question I have no answer to. In some ways he drives me up the wall, but then there’s the others that make me swoon. Demanding kisses in public and the way he goes about it might be unconventional, but I’m guessing that’s who he is.
Wiping my make-up off, Raven walks back in not too long after he left, but she also has someone with her—the little blonde, Freya—and she smiles when she sees me. Freya’s dressed nicely, not night-club nicely, just jeans and a shirt with a cardigan. She waves at me as Raven looks at me.
“So Raven here said you and Anton aren’t a thing anymore?” she asks.
I want to say rude and weird, but it’s not exactly something you should say to someone when they first step inside your house.
“Is this relevant to you? How?”
Freya shrugs her shoulders with a smirk. “We’re having a girls’ night. We drink a lot of vodka and play stupid games. You want to come?”
Raven nods her head. “I’m going, you must come.” She claps her hands together. Denying her has never been my strong suit.
“The boys?” I ask her.
“Not allowed. They never come. Well, it’s only a new thing now that I can stand Elina, but yeah, they’re not allowed.”
“Elina?” I ask her.
She flicks her hair over her shoulder. “The supermodel.” She rolls her eyes. “Joking. Please don’t hate her. I don’t… anymore. Well, sometimes, maybe.”
She sounds very indecisive.
“Do we have to dress up?”
Raven shakes her head, but it’s Freya who answers.
“Nope, it’s just at my house. The boys go out or will be at Kazier’s.”
“Your leader?” I ask, not really understanding what those men do.
“Leader?”
Freya laughs turning toward the door and walking to it. “You could say that. Come on, cars are ready and waiting.”
Raven throws me her black cardigan that was hooked on the back of the door then follows her. I place it on and pick up my cell, locking the door and doing the same. No matter how nice they seem, leaving my sister with someone who I don’t fully trust is still not something I’m comfortable with, even if Raven is an adult.
We drive out of town and into the suburbs. Freya makes conversation with my sister, and they seem to be getting along very well. I forgot Freya and Death drove her home that night I went home with Anton, and they appear to have forged some sort of friendship since then. We come to a stop out front of a house that’s the cutest thing I’ve seen for a while. It has a wraparound porch, and the white and dark colors that it’s painted in give the house its charm.
“He had it built for me,” Freya says, getting out. “It’s small, but it’s what I want.” She walks through the door which is being held open by the supermodel, Elina, who doesn’t have on any shoes.
“Girls,” Elina greets us. Pollie is seated with the baby next to her asleep, and another lady sits near her as well.
“Pollie you’ve already met, and that’s Angelina, who…” She looks to me then back to Freya, not finishing her sentence.
“So what do you want to play? We have so many board games, are there any you particularly like to play?”
“Sam’s a killer at Monopoly,” Raven says, smiling and sitting down. She’s always so comfortable and relaxed around others.
Raven would have been a better fit for Anton, I shake my head dismissing that thought.
Who thinks like that anyway?
“Oh… so is Angelina. She was a wealthy lady by the end of our last game,” Pollie says, chuckling.
“Drinks?” Freya asks, and Raven nods, answering for us.
“Vodka and cranberry please.” Then Raven gets up to help.
“So how do you know Freya and the girls?” Angelina asks me smiling, as she sets up the Monopoly board.
“She was at the club, we met her there,” Elina interjects before I can say anything.
“Awesome. I met Raven once before, I work at the hospital as well. Smart cookie she is.”
“Thank you, she is,” I say very proudly. As a matter of fact, she’s brilliant. At the age of three she was reciting the alphabet, how to count, plus how to add and subtract simple arithmetic.
Freya and Raven walk back out holding glasses of alcohol, passing them to each of us. I take a glass that I don’t intend to drink. Raven notices as I place it beside me and she sips hers.
“Okay, so truth or dare first. I’m bored while we drink,” Elina says, drinking her drink then pouring straight vodka into her now empty glass.
“She isn’t Russian, but she sure as shit can drink like one,” Freya says, laughing.
“Truth,” Pollie speaks first.
“Is Death the best fuck you’ve ever had? And don’t lie.”
We all turn to look at her because we’re all interested in her answer. That man holds something to him, an appeal that we all just don’t understand.
Pollie bites her lip. “No man could compare. Ever,” she adds with her cheeks reddening.
“I’m so planning to ask you more now, but it’s your turn,” Elina says.
“Truth or dare,” Pollie asks Elina.
“Dare.”
“I dare you to get up on this table, and give the girls a strip tease.”
Elina doesn’t hesitate, knocking the Monopoly board that Angelina was setting up, and starts stripping while Freya places on some music from her phone. Elina shakes her ass dropping it down then back up, and Freya holds up her cell phone laughing.
“I’m sending this to Kazier.” Freya laughs next to me, when I see her snapchatting. She gets completely down to her G-string, and she almost puts me to shame with the way she moves. Almost. Then her eyes go to Freya, who she saw videoing.
“Truth or dare, Freya.” She places her shirt back on and doesn’t worry about her skirt as she sits down with her bottle of vodka.
“Truth.”
“Do you wish you married Kazier instead of Viktor?”
All eyes go to Elina, then back to Freya.
I didn’t know that they were even a thing. Were they? They must have been.
“Yes, for the power, but no because I love Viktor too much.”
Everyone’s quiet, but it’s me who breaks the silence.
“You were with Kazier?” I ask, confused.
“No. It was arranged that I would marry him. He married Elina instead.”
“Well, fuck,” my sister says next to me, echoing my exact thoughts.
“Angelina,” Freya says to her friend. “If you only had one cock for the rest of your life whose would it be?”
Everyone smiles, including me, waiting for her answer.
“Anton’s.”
The others clap except Raven and I. She blushes as she looks around, her eyes skim us then it’s her turn.
“Sam, truth or dare.”
“Dare,” I say. I’m not playing the truth game with any of them.
“I want you to call the last guy you had a one-night stand with, and tell him you love him.” She claps excitedly, but my smile sits upside down. Not happy. That man would be the person I’m trying desperately to avoid, which I’m failing at miserably, and now because of this stupid game I have to call him.
“Oh no, what if he’s a sleaze,” Elina says looking at me, trying to help. Angelina looks at me with excited puppy dog eyes waiting for me to call him.
Picking up my cell, I dial his number. Pressing call I place the cell to my ear and take a deep breath preparing myself for what’s to come.
“Kitten. You called to purr to me?”
“I love you.” Then I hang up.
All eyes are wide and on me. Angelina is laughing, shoulders lifting so high as she does.
“Hopefully you’ll never see him again,” Angelina says, then a second later I want to slam my head into the floor.
“Kitten.”
My insides scream, and all the girls turn their heads. Angelina stands when he enters, my back is to him, so I don’t have to look but I can feel his stare on my back.
“You love me?” he asks.
I look up to Angelina, whose eyes are wide as she works out who I just called. Then the disappointment follows as her shoulders droop when she realizes it was him.
“No boys allowed,” Freya shouts, tipping the bottle of vodka to her lips and pointing to the door for them to leave.
“We had to come to bring the baby stuff, then I had a call from Sam telling me she loves me.”
I stand from my seat and face him, behind him are all his friends. Death walks past me to his wife, handing Pollie a bag of items for baby Dmitry, then he walks back to Anton.
“You love me?” Anton asks again.
My head begins a slow shake. “No, it was just a dare.”
The smirk he had is lost, but then it magically reappears.
“Phew, kitten… we couldn’t start up a ‘fuck me’ buddy system if you loved me.” He winks.
“Are you leaving anytime soon?”
Viktor smirks at my words.
“Are you wanting a spanking?” Anton asks.
“Oh gosh, just please leave.”
Freya yells her agreement then they all start to walk out the door, but he’s the last to leave. He grabs my arm and pulls me up from my seat and around the corner into the hallway, blocking us from the view of everyone. Anton pushes me into the wall as he slides up my front while pushing his body into me. Then his lips slam onto mine, and I’m too stunned because my hands stay where they are at my sides as his lips attack mine, biting and licking me. Anton has a way with his mouth when it’s not talking that makes me want to package it up and take it with me so he can kiss me constantly. He kisses me until I almost forget where I am, and who I am. That’s the strength he has behind his kisses. They’re fucking powerful.
“Stop igniting my fire,” Anton says onto my lips.
“Stop lighting the match,” I retort back to him.
Anton pushes off me, kisses my lips one more time then walks away, leaving me standing there by myself, wondering why I let him do that to me again.
Anton is something I shouldn’t want, or even need.